Terpsichore's eyes followed Apollo's, glancing briefly at their intertwined fingers. One of her thumbs was moving, stroking back and forth over the back of Apollo's hand. "Change is good," she murmured, "But we have to remember not to lose ourselves."
It was hard to say if she was talking to him, or to herself. But at his compliment, she looked up again, meeting his too-blue eyes with her own. Trying not to smile too much, she bit her lower lip gently and replied, "Well you better not look too hard, then." Her tone was teasing as she leaned in a hair.